You Can Call Me A Farmer

I have a can of fertilizer,
A plough and a ridger
So do not bother about hoe
I have cutlass here also
Slasher will be borrowed
Alongside harvester tomorrow

Yes, you can call me a farmer
Once it hampers not my desire
Of planting my kisses
On your acre of lips
As I stay here in the dark
While you lay on your back.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
http://samueldpoetry.blogspot.com

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